Chapter 4
Sam ran as fast as he could. He had left everything behind, not that he had much, but he didn’t dare waste a moment. He ran through the streets in the direction of Brook Street in Mayfair where Tristan lived. It was only on hearing his direction that he realised how wealthy his lover must be. Only the wealthiest of families lived in this area. When he arrived at the designated number he rushed up the steps and hammered on the door. It opened almost immediately and he was confronted by a sour faced lackey in a pristine, white wig, who stared down his nose at him.
“I have an appointment with…” he realised he didn’t know Tristan’s surname. He took a punt. “His Lordship.”
“His Lordship is not at home.” The man started closing the door and Samuel put a boot in the way and pushed ba
